In life, a little mailbox must fall...

After waking up from a WONDERFUL nap this afternoon, we noticed a firetruck going past our house. Andrew is immediately intrigued, and we watch it move to some of our neighboring houses before settling next to our driveway. Since we had not called the police, we were curious to see what happened. This feeling is furthered when the accompanying police car pulls up to our house. The police steps out, and informs us that the firemen have hit our mailbox trying to turn-around, and that they would be back to fix it after they've solved their fire. So, until further notice, we're operating with a semi-functional mailbox.

As funny as this is, it's nothing compared to the time the stop sign in our yard was plowed over by a semi-truck....but that's a story for another time...